Last night I walked into my living room and stopped. And stared. With my jaw hanging open. My husband, without any ill intention (thank goodness) had moved....my....books. Apparently, he thought that he needed two of the shelves on my bookshelf for his movies and PS3/X Box games. I have absolutely no problem with him needing the space, but instead of asking me to move my books, he had them scattered everywhere among the other shelves. It was like a book massacre! What he didn't know was that I have a "system" with my books: I have a shelf of books from publishers/authors awaiting review (high priority), another shelf of books won from contests or recieved from friends (low priority) and a shelf of books that I have purchased personally (medium priority). Once I'm done with a book from one of these three shelves they are moved to a shelf of "read" books, but not in a specific order, usually by author or genre. It took me about 20 minutes, but I restored order in my bookshelves and managed to clean off the shelves a little so hubby could have his space.
What I found so funny about all of this is that I didn't even realize how specific I am about my system until hubby moved my books. Does anyone else have a funny book quirk like this??